Chapter 2637 His eldest grandson Wuji wants to get out, but how can we let him?
As soon as these words came out, these old and depressed people suddenly became unstable.
Zheng Yuanshou raised his hand and waved. The steward could only salute Zheng Yuanshou and quickly left the waterside pavilion.
At this time, Zheng Yuanshou spoke with a puzzled look on his face.
"He is looking for you at this time. In my opinion, I am afraid that it is related to the report from Jiangnan that was presented to the court today."
"Why, is it possible that Changsun Wuji guessed something?"
"The guess... is good. He must have guessed that the prince was attacked in Jiangnan, and it may have something to do with us."
"But that's just speculation after all. He wants to see you now, maybe because he wants to confirm this."
Wang Yong's face darkened and he took a breath with toothache, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
"Well, what should I do? Changsun Wuji is His Majesty's favorite minister. If he..."
"Brother Xian, why are you panicking?" Wang Kui, who had been stranded in Luoyang and had not returned to Jinyang, couldn't help but shouted in a low voice.
"Don't forget that although Changsun Wuji is Li Erlang's favorite, it doesn't mean that he and Li Erlang are of the same mind."
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten involved with us in the first place. Now, even if he wants to get rid of us, hehe..."
Zheng Yuanshou nodded with deep understanding and stood up.
"Well, since Changsun Wuji has come forward to invite me, I will accompany you to see what he wants to do."
"Everyone else, please stay for now. When I come back, we can discuss it carefully."
"Okay, then we have Brother Lao Yuanshou." Wang Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly away with Zheng Yuanshou.
The other decrepit men slowly sat back down and continued to brag and spank.
But they were all absent-minded, thinking about the two old friends who had left.
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After returning to the mansion, Changsun Wuji stayed in the study, and even had a few bites of dinner in the study.
He was sitting in the study room, holding a cup of water, staring blankly there, not even bothering to touch his favorite lard cake.
Just sitting there quietly, at this time, Changsun Wuji, who didn't even have a confidant with whom he could discuss, couldn't help but feel a little sad.
If I had known this, I should have asked Your Majesty to let Na Chu Suiliang stay in Luoyang. At least I would still have a close friend.
Changsun Wuji, who had been pondering for a long time, suddenly thought of something important, got up and walked towards the bookshelf on the side.
He opened a sandalwood box placed high up, revealing the carefully preserved "Girls' Posters" inside.
Changsun Wuji stared blankly at this piece of calligraphy written by Wang Xianzhi. After a long time, he sighed, closed the lid, and put it on the eucalyptus table.
Changsun Wuji did not let Changsun Wuji wait for too long. Soon, Zheng Yuanshou and Wang Yong arrived hand in hand.
"I have met Mr. Zhao..." Zheng Yuanshou and Wang Yong smiled and saluted Changsun Wuji.
After Changsun Wuji returned the gift without any expression, he motioned for the two of them to sit down, and after being served tea, they fell silent.
This made Wang Yong and Zheng Yuanshou feel guilty.
"I wonder what Mr. Zhao did when he summoned the old man to come over today?"
Changsun Wuji raised his hand and patted the sandalwood box on the table gently, still without any expression.
"These days, I have enjoyed appreciating this "Girls' Posts" and I have gained a lot of experience, but... this thing is too disturbing to one's mind."
"Therefore, today, I am inviting Mr. Wang to come over to my house because I want to return this thing to its original owner."
"..." Wang Yong looked at Changsun Wuji in confusion and couldn't help but glance at Zheng Yuanshou again. At this time, he naturally reacted.
Seeing Zheng Yuanshou's intention to speak, Changsun Wuji raised his hand to signal, with a solemn expression on his face.
"You two, a wise man doesn't tell secret stories, and you don't need to deny or make excuses to insult someone's intelligence."
"You have gone too far, far exceeding a certain company's bottom line."
Wang Yong opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Zheng Yuanshou chuckled, stroked his long beard, and said unhurriedly.
"What do you mean by Mr. Zhao's words? Not to mention whether we are involved in this matter or not, is it possible that Mr. Zhao is willing to let His Highness the Crown Prince rule the world?"
"What do you mean?!" Changsun Wuji's face turned cold and he looked at Zheng Yuanshou with dagger-like eyes.
"Not only the old man, but also the discerning people in the court know very well that Duke Zhao and His Royal Highness have been at odds for a long time."
Facing Changsun Wuji's gloomy expression and dagger-like gaze, Zheng Yuanshou gritted his teeth and continued speaking.
"In the past, Duke Zhao was more fond of His Royal Highness the King of Wei, but he had an enmity with His Highness the Crown Prince, and then..."
"Bold!" Changsun Wuji slapped his gums fiercely and stood up.
After Zheng Yuanshou slowly stood up, he gave a long salute to Changsun Wuji, respectfully and sincerely.
"Mr. Zhao, if we plan for the long-term plan of the Changsun family, we should work together as one. We cannot trust His Majesty, but Mr. Zhao can control..."
Wang Yong and Zheng Yuanshou finally boarded the carriage. Although they did not stay in Zhao Guogong's residence for a long time, they felt that the day was like a year.
"Brother Yuanshou, what does Changsun Wuji mean..."
"What else could it mean? He wants to get away, but how can we let him go?" Zheng Yuanshou snorted.
"Although he made harsh words today, His Majesty is still in Jinyang, so we still have time to think about it carefully."
"His eldest grandson Wuji is really capable. If he really wants to run away and cut off his tail to survive, with his long friendship with Your Majesty and being the elder brother of the Queen, he will be safe."
"And if we don't have any other means, I'm afraid this person will probably add insult to injury."
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The news that His Royal Highness the Prince was attacked in the south of the Yangtze River naturally could not be hidden from anyone who wanted to know. Even if the court deliberately concealed it, it could not prevent the news from leaking.
And just when word spread in the city of Luoyang that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had been assassinated, a fast horse was sweating profusely.
Ye has already entered the Jinyang Palace, which has just opened its gates a few days ago.
At the same time, Li Shimin was in Jinyang Palace, happily watching Li Xiang and the Supreme Emperor taking Chuiwan there.
It is similar to the sport croquet enjoyed by middle-aged and elderly people in later generations. One old and one young play with gusto.
When Li Xiang saw that the Emperor was about to score another goal, he watched the ball heading towards the goal made of sticks and deliberately threw a pebble at it.
As a result, instead of being able to stop him, his great-grandfather saw his little move and directly tried to slap him. The boy had a sly smile on his face and ran away in a crawl.
Looking at this scene, Li Shimin couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry. This scene was really like the scene when he was playing with his father when he was a child.
This grandson not only looks like me, but even his naughty nature is copied from his own.
Fortunately, my father came up with a strategy of elite troops and personally selected two thousand cavalry who were good at riding and shooting. Their food, accommodation, riding and shooting were all imitated by the Turks.